In the end I always regret caring...
I am in a guild for helping people with materials and money... Well three of the four new people I added as friends left today, one I bought armor for and nurtured... The other two I gave money to and gave materials to...
After they left my guild I deleted them, the one I gave money to chased me to add me again, probably to ask for more from me without giving a damn about how it feels to be stomped on after helping...
He swears at me, and tells me that's why nobody wants to be in my group...
In the end I just walked up and tried to blacklist him... But since the game isn't done... It didn't work...
Just three years ago people were gracious.... Now it's like I'm obligated to care... To get nothing in return...
The Mute's Confessionals
The seeping silence, screaming after a nightmare that robs the voice, No one can hear my cry, but you... Help me, give me the strength to speak with sewn lips, cry with dry eyes, and listen with ears clogged with lies
Hear my fist, see my voice, or feel my heart.
Bloody faces or teary eyes.
Your deep breaths and shivering thighs.
Isn't there another way?
Education... Fame... Appearance...
But that isn't you. Only what you do.
Bloody faces or teary eyes.
Your deep breaths and shivering thighs.
Isn't there another way?
Education... Fame... Appearance...
But that isn't you. Only what you do.